I held you up
I let you paint me
In the latest trends
Layer upon layer
Of boredom and
Mid-life madness
I hated periwinkle by the way
Then you had the gall
To nail me!
Fancy little treasures
All in a row…oh
I sheltered you
From the storms but
You just made your own
Then what do ya’ know?
You… kicked…me!
I didn’t like that
But I think it hurt you more
At dVerse Poets Pub we are giving walls a voice.
You can join in too!
Image credit: pixabay.com
We Wait
For ashen skies to
Drift and greet the sun
For time to turn this
Turmoil to tranquility
As gifted abilities
Go to waste
We wait for walls to
Fall but they will stand
Unbroken as long as
Goals remain unspoken
We wait for peace
To magically evolve
Like childhood dreams
And it clearly seems
That we have lost our way
Photo by Candy
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Corran Ruins-McNeills Mansion is located outside of Wiarton, Ontario in Spirit Rock Conservation Area.
The walls of the mansion remain stoic in the sunlight despite obvious destruction.
Multicoloured brick is like artwork chiseled by the wind.
Nature is framed by open windows.
Time has blessed this place.
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mishunderstood 